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I have just returned from Jerdan's, the hour of the IMITATION OF OLD SCOTTISH BALLADS.

night or the morning I cannot tell you, but if the truth

must be told, and I were upon my oath upon the subWe have been tired for a long while with imitations ject, I would depone to the best of my knowledge and of old Scottish ballads, or compositions, alleged to be

belief, that it was some “twa or three hours ayont the

twal;" but, be that as it may, here am I in my old lodgin the language, and after the manner of the early

ings, safe and sound, unburked, unbishopped, and, as I makers of Scotland. One of the most indefatigable

was when we last met here, still your assured friend, labourers in this vein has been our friend the Ettrick

and bon camerado. Never did I pass a pleasanter Shepherd; but, disposed as we are to admit his fine

evening. Who think you were present at our soirée, poetical capacity, we cannot concede to bim the merit

but the Ettrick Shepherd and Allan Cunninghame? of being either a correct antiquary, or an ingenious

There were a number of the small fry of the day imitator. Throwing the poetry and the thought out

besides, (excuse the phrase, my dear fellow,) but we of the question, nothing can be more absurd tban his

three got into a snug corner together, and, as good luck compositions, which have appeared in various publica

would have it, our friend K— had, with a provident tions, in what he is pleased to style old Scottish. A correspondent of our's in London, who met with the foresight of our peculiar national tastes, brought his

contribution to the enjoyments of the evening, in the worthy Shepherd, some few days ago in the metropolis, appears to entertain the same opinion, and has fur: shape of a jolly-bellied bottle of exquisite,


ed, virgin and unsophisticated Glenlivet. We snuffed nished us with a literary curiosity, of considerable

it up, as the Arļalusian mares do the west wind, and interest, inasmuch, as it is the conjunct production of three very eminent characters. Our correspondent

you may conceive what followed. Why, if mortal sends us it , as a fair specimen of what a correct

man can be happy, we were. Our hearts were thawed imitation of the old traditionary and romantic ballad

under the genial influence of that liquour of the Scan

danavian divinities, ycleped toddy, and our tongues, of Scotland should be, if properly handled by modern

like Munchausen's horn, recovered their tones, and gave pens; and we are inclined to believe, that the eminent

utterance to much right pleasant and fructifying diswriters who have been concerned in it have performed their task with no mean ability. The iteration of by-the-bye; but yet I like it

, for why should we forego

Hogg wore his grey maud, a bit of affectation, circumstance, and identity of expression, as well as the

our vational costume? Surely, a Scottish Shepherd, as constant recurrence of a refrain or burden, are features,

well as an Hebrew Jew, a Turk or Armenian, should common to all traditionary poetry. These, we find,

venerate the garb of bis forefathers. I should only have occur in the romances of Spain, the Provençal trouba

liked that, to complete his attire, he had sported the dours, as well as in the ballads of the whole north of

broad Kilmarnock bonnet, in shape so like a scone, as Europe. In general, the refrain consists either of a

well as the coat and breeks of Raploch grey, or watchet line of an older song, or some proverbial expression; blue, of home manufacture; andit is because the Shepherd and we observe that in the production, banded to us

was incongruous and incomplete in his attire, that I by our correspondent, this has formed a feature of

deem him liable to the charge of affectation. From a prominent interest. For ballads, we entertain but a limited admiration; but, under the whole circumstances

paragraph I wrote for one of the morning papers, you

will have observed that he has figured in Irving's of the case, we daresay the present imitation has claims

Chapel. Neither the Prophet from the Border, nor his of no ordinary kind upon a literary public. But let

Female Professor of Unknown Tongues, had any monoour correspondent speak for himself :

poly of admiration that day, I can assure you. The My Dear Mr. Day,

good honest weather-beaten sagacious phiz of our For by that every-day name, I must for the pre- Ettrick forrester, fairly drew off the attention of the seni, address you— I have the pleasure of informing congregation, from the sombre gesticulation of the one, you, that not a few of your papers have found their or the eldritch squalling of the other. There was ten way to the great Wen, as Cobbett chooses to designate to one in favour of the “ Queen's Wake" against religithe modern Babylon. If it can add to your satisfac- ous fanaticism and humbug, and no takers. Hogg's tion, I can give you another piece of intelligence, business in London, besides, as he expresses it, " to namely, that we all wish you good speed. We admire glowr about him, and see the ferlies,” is, if possible, to the novelty and boldness of starting a daily publication, get some publisher to bring out his novels in a monthly in a city only removed 33 degrees from the north form, like the Waverley ones. But I fear he won't sucpole; and, although we concur in opinion that “The Day" ceed, for the trade here is confoundedly dull. In fact, is only in its dawn, we confidently anticipate that it nothing will take save political pamphleteering. For will soon culminate to its meridian splendour, and my part, I bave managed to keep soul and body towhen it closes, as every day must do, that it will be gether, by penning two pamphlets in favour of the succeeded by a starry and luminons night, the glorious Bill, and two against it, which is but fair, as one must herald of some brighter day to-morrow.

live, come of the Bill and Ministry what may. You see my old sin of playing upon words has But I am wandering from my subject. Cunningstuck to me as closely as my debts. One and t’other hame, Hogg and I had got ourselves ensconsed in a are a part of my existence, and are now quite as essen- nice cozy corner, (by the way, I must inform you, that tial, in the present state of society, as the union of Hogg is here transmogrified into a Lion, and unless be soul and body; and, since they never quarrel with each makes a speedy retreat to Altrive lake, he will be other, I bave no mind that they should ever conjunctly dined, suppered and fuddled off his feet,) and, in that sue in the Doctors' Commons for a divorce.

corner, I fell tooth and nail upon both him and Cun


ninghame, for their respective sins, in the article of and that as a sort of crambo verses, each of us conballad making. With Cunninghame, I objected to his tributed line about. I really would like to see what attempt of fastening upon the Covenanters any thing sort of stuff we three made of it." in the shape of poetical feeling, as contrary to all fact, “Made of it,” exclaimed the Shepherd, “ Lord, man! and in utter discordance with the morose spirit of their I hae the indentical ballat in my pouch. I brocht it sect; and, with Hogg, I objected, not merely to the up aither to gie to Jerdan, wha ye ken, is aften eneuch spirit of his ballad compositions, but also to the un- imposed upon wi' what are ca'd auncient pieces; or couth shape, so far es orthography is concerned, in else to gie't to Frazer, as a piece o' my ain. It will do which they had appeared in Blackwood and Frazer. fine for an article in his Magazine." With that, Hogg Upon these points, as you say in the North country, pulled out of his pocket, a sheet of foolscap; and, havthere was much argle-bargling. Cunninghame was ing expressed some curiosity to see it, he handed it open to conviction, but Hogg fenced off. “It's easy," over to me with these words, “keep it till the morn, quoth the Shepherd, “ for you, and the like o' you, that my laud; ye'll see what We poyets and antiquarians are nae poyets, to pick out fauts, but juist do what I can do when we like. Od, maun, I nailit baith Sir hae dune, and then we'll alloo you to cavil, my Billy." | Walter and Allan there, wi' lines o' auld sangs and If so were the case, was my rejoinder, then there was an proverbial sayings innoomerable. Nane o' them could end of criticism altogether—there would be no distinc- haud the caunil to me in that line, I was sic an tion between the respective realms of genius and taste. oracle." “ Neither there should,” said the Shepherd, “and be I fobbed the wonderful production, took it home dd till ye; for the twa gang hand in hand like with me, and, having nothing else to fill up my bride and bridegroom, lad and lass, a' the warld ower." sheet, I transcribe it for your use, well aware that To this proposition I of course objected, and claimed


will take as much pleasure as I do in the learned for the discriminative faculty, an existence separate and pastimes of men of genius. It is a literary curiosity distinct from that of the creative, and contended that, of a sort. Yours, &c. although they might be found harmoniously blended in'one individual, they were very far from being frequently so; and, having a few illustrative cases in point

Erl William has muntit his gude grai stede,

(Merrie lemis mundicht on the sea, ) upon my finger ends, where shocking bad taste was

And graithit him in ane cumli weid. found lying abed, with undeniable genius, I think I

(Swa bonnilie blumis the hawthorn tree.) had the advantage of the Shepherd in argument. In

Erl William rade, Erl William ranfact, I quoted some few passages from his own writ

Fast thay ryde quha luve trewlieings, which he had forgotten, saying merely they were

Quhyll the Elfinland wud that gude Erl wanfrom the pen of a celebrated living author, and, after

Blink ower the burn, sweit may, to mee. obliging him to confess that they were unco clumsy,

Elfinland wud is dern and dreir, but deevilish clever,” I announced name and surname,

Merrie is the grai gowkis sang, to his infinite discomfiture.

Bot ilk ane leafis quhyt as silver cleir, But, passing from these things, said I, why is it

Licht makis schoirt the road swa lang. that you will persist in your present atrocious system

It is undirneth ane braid aik tree, of orthography ? It is neither Scottish nor English of

Hey and a lo, as the leavis grow grein, any period. Why do you not, since you affect this

Thair is kythit ane bricht ladie.

Manie flowris blume quhilk ar nocht seen. antique form, recur to classical models, and make your compositions smack of a critical acquaintance with

Around hir slepis the quhyte muneschyne, your own vernacular? At present you and a herd of

Meik is mayden under kell,

Hir lips bin lyke the blude reid wyne. imitators after yon, have clad yourselves with the cast

The rois of flowris hes sweitest smell. off raiments of poor Chatterton! stitched and tagged

It was al bricht qubare that ladie stude, together with the thread of your own conceits. If you

Far my luve, fure ower the sea. must write Scottish, in heaven's name give us the

Bot dern is the lave of Elfinland wud. language of Winton, of Barbour, of Douglas, Dunbar,

The knicht pruvit false that ance luvit me. Lindsay, or even some more recent author, but do not

The ladie's handis were quhyte als milk, seek to impose upon the world with an unmeaning con

Ringis my luve wore mair nor ane. catenation of letters, which belong to every age, and

Hir skin was safter nor the silk, yet no age, which are merely the chance arrangement

Lily bricht schinis my luvis halse bane. of the moment, without any system, and are only cal

Save you, save you, fayr ladie, culated to throw difficulties in the way of the reader,

Gentil hert schawis gentil deed. without powdering over, at least, to the intelligent eye,

Standand alane undir this auld tree ;

Deir till knicht is nobil steid. your ballads with the dust of hoar antiquity. Against this general charge the Shepherd defended himself

Burdalane, if ye dwall here, fiercely. He, however, admitted, that it was not the

My hert is layd upon this land.

I wuld like to live your fere. first time that he had been challenged upon the same

The schippis cum sailin to the strand. score, although he would not yield to its justice. “I

Never ane word that ladie sayd; maun bae my ain way in spellin', as in ither things,”

Schortest rede hes least till mend. quoth the Shepherd, almost demolishing the table

Bot on hir harp she evir playd. with a heavy thwack of his brawny fist. Turning to

Thare nevir was mirth that had nocht end. Allan Cunninghame, he continued, “D'ye mind, Allan,

Gang ye eist, or fare ye wast, the nicht that we were at Abbotsfúird, when the

Ilka stern blinkis blythe

for thee, samen thing came abune board, and when gude Sir

Or tak ye the road that ye like best. Walter took the same view of it as this birkie does

Al trew feeris ryde in cumpanie. and d’ye mind the ballat we three made to be in imi

Erl William lontit doup full lowe; tation, o' a genuine auld ballat o' the north countrie,

Luvis first seid bin courtesie. baith in speerit and language ?" I do, said Allan.

And swung bir owir his saddil bow. “ You'll mindthat it was agreed amang us, that the sang

Ryde quha listis, ye'll link with mee. suld hae an owercum either the first line o' an aulder

Scho ilang her harp on that auld tre, sang, or a proverb, to make it correspond wi' sum o’

The wynd pruvis aye ane harpir gude.

And it gave out its music free. our ain ancient ballats, or the ballats o'the Danes and

Birdis sing blythe in gay green wud. Norwegians." Well do I remember that social and

The barp playde on its leeful lane, instructive evening, said Cunninghame, and as well do

Lang is my luvis yellow hair. I recollect that Sir Walter acted as “Adam Scrivener,"

Qubill it has charmit stock and stane. and said, that he would garnish it in classical Scottish,

Furth by firth, deir lady fare.

I am

Quhan scho was muntit him behynd,

Blyth be hertis quhilkis luve ilk uthir. Awa thai flew lyke flaucht of wind.

Kin kens kin, and bairnis thair mither. Nevir ane word that ladie spak;

Mim be maydens men besyde. Bot that stout steid did nicher and schaik.

Smal thingis humbil hertis of pryde. About his breist scho plet her handis;

Lucand le maydins quhan thai lyke. Bot thay were cauld as yron bandis.

The winter bauld bindis sheuch and syke. Your handis ar cauld, fayr ladie, sayd bee,

The caulder hand the treuer hairt, I trembil als the leif on the tree.

Licht caussis muve ald friendis to pairt. Lap your mantil owir your heid,

My luve was clad in the reid scarlett, And spredd your kirtil owir my stede.

Thair nevir was joie that had nae lett. The ladie scho wald nocht dispute;

Nocht woman is scho that laikis ane tung. Bot caulder hir fingeris about him cruik.

Sum sangis ar writt, bot nevir sung. This Elfinland wud will neir haif end.

Hunt quha listis, daylicht for mee. I wuld I culd ane strang bow bend.

Al undirneth the grene wud tree. Thai rade up, and they rade doun,

Wearilie wearis wan nicht away. Erl William's heart mair cauld is grown.

Hey, luve mine, quhan dawis the day? Your hand lies cauld on my breist bane.

Smal hand hes my ladie fair,
My horss he can nocht stand his lane.

For cauldness of this midnicht air.
Erl William turnit his heid about;

The braid mune schinis in lift richt cleir. Twa Elfin een are glentin owt.

My luvis een like twa sternis appere. Twa brennand eyne, sua bricht and full,

Bonnilie blinkis my ladeis ee.
'Flang fire flauchts fra ane peelit skull.

Sum sichts ar ugsomlyk to see.
Twa rawis of quhyt teetb then did say,

Cauld the boysteous windis sal blaw.
Ob, lang and weary is our way.

And donkir yet the dew maun fa'. Far оwir mure, and far owir fell,

Hark the sounding huntsmen thrang. Thorow dingle, and thorow dell,

Luve, come, list the merlis sang. Thorow fire, and thorow flude,

Mudy mindis rage lyk a sea, Thorow slauchter, thorow blude,

d seamless shroud weird schaipis for me ! And to rede aricht my spell,

Eerilie sal nicht wyndis mcan. Quhill fleand Hevin & raikand Hell.

Ghaist with ghaist maun wandir on.

my disease, I repined against the decrees of the Most High, and wept bitterly.

Whilst I was thus giving utterance unto my sorrows, my chamber was suddenly filled with a light, pure and soft as the pallid beams of the moon. Lifting up mine eyes, a celestial being was manifested unto me. Her flowing robes were of a dazzling whiteness, and her countenance, lovely beyond that of the daughters of our race, was resplendent with grace and majesty. Fear came upon me, and I fell upon the ground, covering my face with my hands. The Genius raised me up, and, with a look of much benignity and compassion, said unto me, “ Fear not, young man-re-assume thyself, and hearken unto my words. Zulitza,* and I have heard your griefs. Murmur not that thou art unable to scan the universe, or to penetrate the grand designs of the Most High. The creature must be inferior to its Creator. Beings of the highest order wonder and admire; and, unless thou thinkest the Most High ought to have made thee equal unto himself, thou hast no cause for impeaching the divine administra. tio.. Thou holdest the appointed place in the scale of beings, and, so far from complaining, thou oughtest to rejoice that thou art what thou art—that the Most High bath conferred upon thee the great and dignified honor of being an iustrument and man is not a mean one, in the accomplishment of his vast purposes.

“ Neither oughtest thou to murmur that afflictions and disappointments are scattered over the path of life. Thou knowest not, and canst not know, the designs of infinity, but, be assured, that nothing takes place in the government of the universe, from which lessons of instruction may not be drawn by thee or by thy fellow men. Without presuming to conjecture the cause or object of thy particular aMiction, it is admirably calculated to produce many and lasting advantages.

“ Do not the children of thy race often make a false estimate of the things of this world? Thy situation is well fitted to mako thee see them in their proper light.

“ The pride of the human heart too frequently maketh man forget the Most High. And well bath it been said by the inspired poet of another clime, that man, vain man, plays such antic tricks, in the face of High Heaven, as make the angels weep. Let thy present affiction teach thee self-knowledge and humility. Let it also teach thee to look forward to, and prepare for thy future state of being.

“ Thou art weak and helpless--thou art dependent upon thu sympathies of others. My son, learn from this, brotherly kindness and much charity.

“ And when thou reflectest upon the goodness of the Most High, and upon the utter insufficiency, in thyself or others, to exempt thee from the ills of life, be taught, my son, the sacred duty of resignation.

“ Nor are these all the consequences of thy present state. It is calculated to draw forth the affections and tender sympathies of thy kindred and friends, and to lead them, though perhaps, in a limited degree, to the exercise of those reflections and the practice of those virtues which are enforced by thine afiliction upon thyself."

The Geuius ceased to speak. The light of truth penetrated my inmost soul. I lifted up my streaming eyes.

I was alone and in darkness. Zulitza had vanished, and the halo of her glory had ceased to illumine mine apartment.


* Zulitza-Genius of Wisdom.


MISCELLANEA. ROYAL PATRONAGE,—The civil list of Louis Pailippe contains some items which, we conceive, would not figu to an useless purpose in that of a King of Great Britain, whether in a political or literary and scientific point of view. Those to which we refer

THE VISION OF ABDALLAH. I was seated in my chamber, in mine own house, in the great city of Balsora. Darkness covered the land and silence reigned in my babitation. The night was far gone, but the hand of affliction was upon me, and sleep was banished from my couch. And I said unto myself, what bath been done by me, or by my father's house, that I should be thus grievously afflicted? Youth is mine, but my strength is wasted. Riches are mine, but they cannot purchase for me an hour of peaceful slumber, or assuage, for one moment, the acuteness of my sufferings. Kindred and and friends have been given unto me, but their words have lost their sweetness—their presence is a burden unto me. Why should length of days be desired by helpless man? He is the creaturethe very sport of circumstances. Would to God I had never lived! Would to God I were mingled with the ashes of my fathers !

And, in the anguish of my soul, and the exceeding soreness of


Library Department, (for subscriptions to

£10,000 Music, hoxes at theatres, and benefits

12,000 Manufactures

23,500 Museums and the Fine Arts

18,000 Works of Art

20,000 Medals and Mint

16,200 It would, therefore, appear, that the French Sovereign has a sum of nearly one hundred thousand pounds placed at his disposal of the special encouragement of pative arts, sciences, and manufactures.


MEMOIRS OF CELEBRATED FEMALE SOVEREIGNS. By Mrs. JAME. son, Authoress of the Diary of an Enouyée, &c. 2 Vols. Colburn and Bentley, London, 1831.

FINE ARTS. A MEETING of the Royal Academy is summoned early in February, to elect a member in the room of James Northcote. New. ton, Allan, and Briggs are spoken of as the most likely to be put in nomination. Some members will, no doubt, vote for Elias Martin : though this veteran has, for many years, it is believed, been in the bosom of St. Luke; still he is kept at the bead of the list of Associates; and, when a person is put up to whom any Academician is averse, he bestows his vote on Elias. Wilkie bas now finished his great picture of “ Knox preaching at St. Andrew's, to the utter confusion of the Romish hierarchy :" he is about, it is said, to try his hand on an English Reformation picture, and a scene from the Life of Cranmer has been selected.


This is one of the few works which have, of late, issued from the great book manufactory of Burlington Street, that is destined to outlive the year in which it has been born. The object of the writer has been, to present, in a small compass, an idea of the influence which a female government has bad, generally, on men and nations, and of the influence which the possession of power has had, individually, on the female character, and in both, we are bound to say, that we think she has been singularly suceessful. After perusing the lives here given of the most celebrated Female · Sovereigns that ever held rule in the world, we are forced, in spite of all our obsequiousness to the fair, honestly to confess, that Madame Roland's opinion is founded in truth,—that “ were formed to beautify the world, rather than to command it ;” that, in fact, instead of the rule of women being found to be one of benevolence, peace, and moderation, it has been quite the contrary-for, among the most arbitrary governments on record, are those of women. Where can we find for example, in the whole annals of despotism, an individual more tyrannical, cruel, and unjust, than that of Catherine II. of Russia—an individual who presents herself to the fancy more like an ogress or a fury, grim, foul, and horrible, than any thing feminine and human? Wbat, again, do we find in the character of ChristiNA of Sweden, but one continued contradiction ? Destitute of virtue, or common sense, her sex, her learning and her splendid situation, only served to render her more conspicuously wretched, ridiculous, and pitiable. As a woman, she passed through life without loving or being loved, and, as a Queen, she sank into a grave uncrowned, unhonoured, and unlamented. And, when we look nearer home, do we not discover, in the history of our own female Sovereigns, distinct and satisfactory evidence of what we consider an important axiom, that, as nature never destined women to fight and to carry arms, it is only fair to hold, that those who cannot defend themselves are neither fitted for command nor for sovereignty! Grace and adulation are so necessary to a being whose real empire is founded on love, that neither morality, nor policy, will prevent women from attaching the highest value to this trifling distinction. We are confident, that not a single person of twenty years of age, in possession of real beauty, would consent (if the exchange were possible) to part with it for the acquisition of a throne. And in a Sovereign, what pernicious results may arise from this weakness! It was, in fact, the rivalry of face and of feminine charms which decided England's Good Queen Bess to violate all the rights of hospitality, of justice, and of royalty, and to doom her unfortunate rival Mary, at the close of a nineteen years' captivity, to perish on a scaffold ! · As a contribution to English Biography, this work, by Mrs. Jameson, is, indeed, well worthy of the patronage of the public. It is written in a fine, pare and flowing style, and is totally freo from that disgusting affectation of Gallic-English now so prevalent among our modern writers.

KING'S THEATRE, LONDON. ABOUT the close of this month, the Opera House will open, when the following are among the musical works which are proposed to be represented :—The · Esule di Roma,' and · Olivo e Pasquale of Donizetti - La Straniera' of Bellini Il Demetrio e Polibi' of Rossini, being the first production of his pen ; with, perbaps, the · Armida' or • Ermione' of the same author• L'Alfredo' of Mayer—' Il Sansone' of the celebrated Professor Basily, now President of the Imperial Conservatory of Music at Milan-La Vestale' of Spontini- L'Annibale in Bettinia' of Niccolini—' La Sylvana' of Weber- Il Matrimonio per raggiro' of Cimarosa--the Maometto' of Winter—and · L'Idomeneo, Rè di Creta’ of Mozart. In addition to the above, the celebrated opera of · Robert le Diable' has been purchased, and, with the original performers from the Academie Royale at Paris, will be produced under the immediate direction of its great author, Meyerheer. On this occasion, an overture, which has bitherto been wanting, will be composed by him, and no exertion or expense avoided to render the whole the most perfect entertainment pos. sible. The · Esule di Granata' of the same author, will at the same time, be brought out, under his direction, the entire of the second act being re-written for the occasion : "La Dame Blanche,' translated into Italian, will likewise be represented by the performers of the Academie Royale, and M. Boieldieu, the author, it is expected, will add to its interest, and ensure its success, by his presence. Offers have been likewise held out to the celebrated Maestro Paër, to attend at the representation of his most favoured work, 'Sargino,' which the Director has reason to believe will not be refused.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE. LADY CHARLOTTE Bury will shortly present to the public a Poem, entitled, “ Some Account of the three Great Sanctuaries of Tuscany : Valombrosa, Camaldoli, and Laverna."

Mr. Horace Smith has a new Novel in the press, entitled, Romance of the Early Ages.

The Memoirs of the celebrated Duchesse de St. Leu, ErQueen of Holland, are nearly ready for publication.

A Numismatic Manual, or Guide to the Study of Ancient and Modern Coins, by John G. Akerman, is in the Press.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS. “ The Smuggler" has been received, and will be submitted to the consideration of the Board.

The “ Largs Regatta, No. 4,” will appear on Tuesday.

The writer of stanzas “ To Alison” is so deeply in love, that, perbaps, we may afford his fair onc an opportunity of judging of his devotion, when our Poet's Corner is relieved from the many demands that are at present made upon it.

The communication of “ Civis' will suit the regular newspapers better than our Journal.

“R. P.'s” Lines will probably find a place in to morrow's Number.

“ Confessions of a Burker, No. 3," early next week.

“A Pretty Cap for the Pretty Head which it fits meetest” by the Author of " Wake, Lady, wake!” will appear on Tuesday.

In order to insure this Publication being on the Breakfast Table every morning, it is requested that intending Subscribers will leave their names and addresses at the Publisher's.


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Among the odd variety of English dialects and idioms for which our good city is celebrated, the following arrested our attention at the Broomielaw :

“ Vessels who wants

Water to apply at the

Tonvage Office.” This notice is affixed to the pump-well at the foot of York Street and is well worthy of the attention of the Water Baillie.

There is much talk, in the east end of the city, regarding the Musical Assembly, after the manner of the famous Mille Colonnes at Paris, which takes place nightly in Mr. Morgan's, London Street. The crowds that are seen pouring in about eight o'clock prove that the manner of passing an evening on the Continent may be relished even in Glasgow. We purpose giving an account of this Assembly in an early Number.

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BILL MACFARLANE; OR, VILLANY REQUITED. more dashing feat of robbing an orchard, to the paltry

cozenage of an egg-wife, his adroitness in practical He seemed For dignity composed, and high exploit ;

roguery could not be exceeded by that of a Shephard But all was false and hollow.

or a Barrington.

In the well-known inconsistency of the human cha

racter, our intelligent readers will find a ready soluIn the true spirit of onr Saturday number, we know tion of the singular and apparently paradoxical feelnot that we can more profitably occupy " the break- ing which led Gillespie Macfarlane, at the very mofast hour" of our numerous readers this morning than ment in which he was systematically engaged in vioby introducing to their notice a short and graphic lating those sacred obligations which bind one man to sketch of the comparative advantages, even in the another, and all men to God, to desire that one of his present life, of “pure and undefiled religion,” as ex- sons should be bred to the office of the holy ministry emplified in the history of two young inen, with whom a desire then, and even now, very general among we ourselves were well acquainted in early life, but the peasantry of Scotland. Bill was the favoured son, who, in the course of Providence, have, alas ! by means and, so far as natural talents were concerned, a better so different, been summoned, before us, to

selection could not have been made. Bill was a young “ That undiscovered country, from whose bourne man of keen and vehement passions, acute, penetratNo traveller returns."

ing, and sensible. In pursuance of the determination leaving us to be the faithful chronielers of their short, in his favour, he was sent, at the proper age, to the but eventfal career.

then famous grammar school of Stirling. Billy Macfarlane was the son of a considerable far- We presume that our readers are well acquainted mer, in the western district of Stirlingshire, a part of with the extent and romantic situation of this ancient the country then, with comparatively few exceptions, seat of Scottish royalty. At the period of which we inhabited by a class of husbandmen who employed speak, it had not nearly attained its present magnitude, themselves, in the dark and dreary nights of winter, and, consequently, did not afford sufficient scope for (which could not be filled up with their ordinary avo- the aspiring genius of our hero, which ardently yearncations,) in carrying on a contraband trade between ed for an opportunity of displaying itself on a wider the highlands and the low country—a trade to which and a nobler field. Unfortunately for him, the opporthey were equally tempted by the imbecility of the tunity of so doing was not far distant. government, the large profits attending their success, At the close of the third year, in Stirling, he was and the favourable localities of their neighbourhood. transferred to the College of Glasgow, and in this great Bill's father, who, at the age of sixteen, bad been city, as in a congenial soil

, his talents in every kind of “ out in the forty-five," was a daring and a desperate villany, speedily arrived at precocious maturity. In man—a man wbose personal character and previous the then state of the city of our habitation, “ lodging habits readily pointed him out as the captain of one of houses,” properly so called, were wholly unknown; tbe most reckless bands of those invaders of the law, and the collegians, of the middle ranks especially, whose exploits, at that time, incessantly rung in the often lodged in the houses of decent small tradesmen, ears of the more orderly inhabitants of the land, and or of widows—women who kept little shops, and eked were, indeed, not unfrequently of the most romantic, out the scanty profits of their tiny traffic by “letting a and even chivalrous, description; and he was chosen room." Of this latter description was the residence accordingly. But Gillespie Macfarlane was a man of

for Bill, whose landlady, an honest and ingreat tact, as well as unbounded enterprise ; and, while dustrious woman, had been known to his parents before deeply engaged in defrauding the revenue, and con- he was born. The kindness of this woman was such sequently the honest traders of his country, and gross- as would have penetrated any heart, not totally seared ly addicted to the savage propensities of drinking and by habitual wickedness, with sentiments of deep gratiswearing, and their concomitant vices, contrived, from tude and affection. She treated Bill like a darling son the general exhibition of a decent exterior, the affecta- anticipated all his desires when in health-watched tion of a frank and soldier-like bearing, and a free and wept over, and cherished him, when in sickness bestowal of assistance on the poor and needy, to live was his councillor in every difficulty, and his faithful on good terms, not only with his own landlord and friend in every distress. All those blandishments were the neighbouring gentry, but even with the minister however totally lost npon Bill, his heart was harder of the parish-a man less remarkable, indeed, for his than “ the nether millstone." energy in suppressing the sentiment, not uncommon in For some time after his arrival in Glasgow, and till, our own day, but then universal, that it was

like a cautious general, he had surveyed his ground to cheat the King,” than for the primitive simplicity from every point of view, Bill conducted himself with of his manners, and the purity of his life.

the utmost propriety. This survey completed, he gave With such tutelage, it is not to be expected that a loose rein to the dictates of his genius, and comFoung Bill gained much under the paternal roof. So menced his predatory operations, by an attack on the opposite, indeed, was the fact, that when, at the age of till of his benefactress. Out of this slender reser. twelve, he was sent to the grammar school of Stirling, voir, he drew from time to time, as much money he bad, by the evil example of his father and his as- as was necessary, for the immediate gratification of his sociates, imbibed the seeds of almost every vice that vicions propensities, whilst the unsuspecting woman, can deform or disgrace the human sharacter. Bill by his advice, successively dismissed, on the supposidrank when he could get the means, and lied and swore tion of their guilt, several honest servant girls, with like the most accomplished Aashman, and, from the ruined characters and broken hearts. His principal

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